Grasping
Part 43's

"Master, can I stay here for a while? I want to take care of Mom. Poor Dad, he has to work then who will take care of Mom?" Niar looked closely, hoping that the man sitting next to him would give his permission.

Yusha was silent, looking heavily opened his mouth to give an answer, even the man was reluctant to nod his head. His thin lips were left tightly clenched. He still considered Niar's wishes.

"After Mom's health recovers, I'll be right back in your house." Niar tried to persuade.

'After his health returned? When's? How-how long? Even stroke takes a very long time to recover" Yusha lamented in the liver. Not sincere if Niar lives here, while he has to return home alone. The man gave up his time, going all the way to the village just for the sake of Niar. Then what will happen if Niar does not come home. How does he become a backrest if the person does not want to lean on him.

"Norang ... I'm awake" said Mr. Bejo standing next to the door.

Niar who was sitting in the waiting chair, next to Yusha immediately stood up. Walked quickly to his father and they entered simultaneously. Likewise with Yusha, the man in formal clothes remained loyal following Niar's steps.

On the bed of pain, both of Sumiati's eyes were already open. The woman was just silent, but as the tip of the eye glanced at Niar, the eye seeds turned enlarged, staring intently. There is a burning brook of wrath. The frail middle-aged woman wanted to curse and throw her vows, but had difficulty opening her mouth as wide as possible. He was a little surprised by the change in his body, but could do nothing. Keep trying as hard as possible to express his emotions.

"A-child .. pem-ba-wa .. si-al!" With a stammering voice as well, Sumiati tried to curse Niar. Just those three sentences alone, made his breath hunt. The bed lay in motion, as Sumiati tried to reach Niar. If the hand had not turned stiff, perhaps now Niar would have become the subject of his rage.

"Huh .. huh ... ka-mu ...!" Sumiati wanted to point at Niar's face, but the muscles of the hands were stiff and difficult to move.

"Mom, relax. Don't be like this. The doctor said, the condition of the mother should be maintained so as not to get worse," said Mr. Bejo warned. Squiati's arm slowly. Hope the wife softens a little.

Sumiati shook her head, tears coming out from the blemish of the corner of her eyes. The eyeball was reluctant to switch, still the same staring at his second daughter who was also tearful.

Shortness of squeezing the chest cavity, heartburn as if stuck thousands of needles. Pain but unable to scream for help. The pain is only he himself feels.

Niar's guts are getting shrill to just ask for forgiveness from the Mother. He could see the hatred and wrath that increasingly lick, to melt his courage.

"I-Mother ..," Niar called out softly, swallowed by the sound of his weeping that was growing sliced. Wanting to hug the helpless weak body whimpering on the bed, but being afraid to see Sumiati's gaze continued to intimidate.

"Ja-ngan pa-nggil a-ku, I-bu!" With a stern voice, Sumiati still wanted to judge.

The pain grew even more when the mother really hated her. Niar couldn't bear to hit his old body. "Mother, I'm sorry," said Niar sobbing, "pardon me, Mother."

Being in Niar's arms, Sumiati dislikes and rebels as much as possible. Suddenly. "Sweety!" the middle-aged woman spat on Niar's face.

"Mr ...!" Mr. Bejo has a high voice.

"Mother ...!" Following Yusha's voice. Yusha's sharp gaze was attached to Sumiati. He also wanted to judge the middle-aged woman.

"Sir, no, it's Niar's fault." The woman removed part of the face that was tear-jumped with saliva.

Yusha's right hand clenched, his sturdy jaw hardened seeing Sumiati spitting at Niar. The man was inexhaustible with Sumiati-sang's mother-in-law. The situation experienced instead of being made a lesson, it is increasingly blaming Niar. This time Yusha was really furious with his own mother-in-law. If he does not remember Niar, he can tell his men to eliminate the woman who does not know herself.

But he can still think long, not want to make Niar upset in sadness. He knows, no matter how bad his mother's treatment, Niar still loves and respects the woman.

"Wild, this situation is not good for the health of the mother. Maybe I need a break, son," said Mr. Bejo.

"Sir Yusha, please calm Niar down," Pak Bejo asked Yusha. The young man nodded.

Yusha approached Niar and gently pulled Niar's hand, inviting the woman to come out. This time Niar complies, following Yusha's steps to get out.

Closed the door, but the man did not ask her to sit in the waiting chair. He walked down the long hallway until he stopped in front of the elevator.

"Sir, where are we going?" asked Niar with a hoarse voice. His voice disappeared from crying for too long.

"Wherever you go, you can be calmer" he replied.

"I want to be here!"

"You need calm. Come with me."

"I'm ashamed" replied Niar lowered his head.

"Then why?" Yusha's forehead shriveled.

"People must be looking at me weird." The woman covered part of her face with her palm. Feeling strange with a narrowed view. Maybe now his eyes are half swollen.

Yusha raised next to his lips, smiling faintly in response to Niar. His innocence and innocence did not change even in a feeling of sadness. And that is also what makes Yushaka Demitri anxious when with Niar.

"Nobody thought you were that way while you were beside me" Yusha replied.

Exiting the elevator, Yusha tells Niar to wait in the hospital lobby. He went to the basement to get a car.

Niar sat contemplating, browbeaten in daydreams without a care for some people passing by in front of him.

Keep imagining the treatment of Sumiati who could spit on his face, as much as the mother hated him?!